wow, hello crooked-faced kimber...
so to say i was nervous is a GIGANTICLY-MONSTROUS understatement
my heart was pounding so hard sitting there in the chair, i was so seriously scared!
funny thing is, it was my choice to do, i was forcing myself to do it.
i've had long hair pretty much my whole life (the one time i did cut it "short" was in 8th grade and it was still like 2 inches longer than this)
long hair has just been my thing.
i was proud of it.
it was my status symbol of "look i have the patience to grow out my hair long and it's pretty"
it was time for a change.
so i told myself, you're going to cut it, and you're going to donate it.
stop being selfish and cut it off, it'll grow back!
i'm proud to say that i cut off 10 inches and will be sending it to locks of love this week :)
2 more things, just for the record that persuaded me to do so:
a cute friend i met in college, laura bayles, donated hers for a 2nd time right before she left on her mission.
her hair was beautiful and she was selfless.
i ran across this blog of a girl who was the same year in high school as i but at my rival high school (same age and recently married as i- for some reason i feel like i met her at one point too), we had some of the same friends (laura bayles and some others). she's currently battling brain cancer and reading her story really hit home with me. she's an incredible young woman, and i hope the best for her. i hope you will take time to visit her blog and keep her in your prayers.